another bone to chew on

sometimes I chew
on the past like a dog chews
on a bone.
the meat is gone.
there's nothing left but
shards, broken
pieces cracked.
but i'll gnaw on it a little
while longer.
remembering
how satisfying it
was for a short while.
a meal, a banquet, dinner
and a movie.
a way of life,
but now, and forever more,
it's just a nasty old
bone.